Review: Faking Grace

In a recent post, I mentioned I was plowing through Tamara
Leigh's books like popcorn. (I do love popcorn!) I've read 6 in the last
month, so I thought I'd start my reviews with my favorite: Faking Grace.

You may have to bear with me on this because I'm going to
get a bit personal.

For that reason, the review I post here may differ a bit
from the one you find on sites like Amazon. Or not. I haven't decided yet.

Quick background: Maizy Grace is a nominal Christian* who
needs to find a second job to support herself. She decides to apply at a
Christian magazine, and like all savvy job seekers, tries her best to
"look the part." For her, that means dressing how what she thinks a Christian dresses, saying what
she thinks they say, and even
sporting a "Jesus is my Copilot" bumper sticker - taped on for easy
removal should she not get the job.

Grace's journey is about rediscovering her faith—through the
help of a pretty great romantic hero—and accepting that no one is perfect, but that's ok.

If you've never read a Christian romance before, this is the place to start. There is no doubt that it fits into the genre, but Ms. Leigh presents a believable and incredibly charming
heroine in a very compassionate way that doesn't judge her for the path she's
traveled.

OK, so here's the personal aspect that probably won't make
it into my Amazon review: The part of Maizy Grace's character I liked the best
was her attempt to talk like a Christian. I know exactly where she's coming
from. I grew up Catholic, and believe me, it's a whole different language from
that which the Evangelicals speak.

I think I mentioned recently that I elicited a face palm at Bible study the first time I tried a mainstream, multi-denominational group.I'm not sure what I said, but it wasn't
anything even close to "salvation through works" or"transubstantiation." Luckily, I
recognize that Christians, including Bible-study leaders, have their bad days,
too. (Although, I did go back to my old small group study, so perhaps my
forgiveness was not complete at the time.)

Even now, the greeters at church will say something like
"It's a blessed day" when they open the door, and I respond with a
less-than-eloquent "yeah." Luckily, God accepts me for who I am, lame
responses and all.